It's past midnight. Your phone lights up the dark with a notification from Mara. The message is bold. Warm. A little too much for a casual friend text. Your thumb hovers over the screen. She's been your closest friend for years - the one who checks in, brings food over, calls you out on your nonsense with a laugh. But this text doesn't feel like that. It feels like a door she left open on purpose. Now she's online, typing indicator blinking on and off. Waiting to see if you'll walk through.